rain outside
wash up slip slick streets
rat out low lands
make things clean again
sins washed away
air cleared
my nose is running like rushing water
pouring down grassy hills quicker than I
tapping drops on leave's tops
soft green absorb this rain
you need nourishment
and my refreshment is quenched
i go to this well as frequently as I can
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